i spent forever waiting to meet you
the right stranger
when the future was just an abstract concept
and i did everything i was supposed to
and I don’t want to hurt us anymore
but I don’t know how not to
so I think I have to be strong enough
for two people and let us go.
and, here are my well wishes for your journey:
have the best time destroying me,
deconstructing my skeleton, tearing my flesh,
because destruction is a form of creation
or,
maybe,
re-creation.
and my soul is still raw from the undercurrents
my knuckles are bruised from beating myself
my knees are scarred from all the times I’ve caught the edges
on all the times we met by accident
so maybe the damage has already been done
because i cannot be anything other than what I am
and the devils on my shoulders keep on whispering:
you were made for more than this
and: golden eagles were made to soar
and: you can help build nests for people
but you can’t breathe for them.